The Thames, and tributary rills Here they do drive numerous mills, Enabling millers, to compete, To pay high price for oats and whe… Here streams do drive many a wheel

Lines read at a banquet at the We… where the brotherhood of Odd-Fell… Lodge, were entertained. St. Catharines [sic], famed for m… And for the beauty of her daughter…

Who was expected to attend a Banq… in London nearly thirty years ago.… were asking for Brother Abel. When we went down to London in mi… A brother looked at me as though…

As we have given several humorous… trespass on your good nature by gi… in the suburbs of New York. It wa… diminished the height, breadth or… poetical mill and having it flow o…

When the great Bulwer’s pen did t… The history of the coming race His hero to us he hath unfurled The glories of his new found world… This bold traveller be did venture

Westward it winds past each town, Growing broader as it flows down. Onward it glides, never weary, Meandering so soft and cheery. The sunbeams on the waters glance,

Are you a mason? No ; I prefer To work at the trad… Are you then an Oddfellow? No ; I married Annabella. Are you a Son of Temperance?

His mother from celestial bower, In the self same day and hour Of her death, or Heavenly birth, Gazed again upon the earth– And saw her gentle, loving boy,

Written at the time of the disaste… ’Twas on a pleasant eve in May. Just as the sun shed its last ray, The bell it rang, citizens to warn… For lo! a fire appears in barn.

McCready the great Irish Tragedi… was the finest in America. Thorold is famous for its mills, And the grand view from off its hi… A view so charming and extended,

We now do sing a new theme, It is prodigious power of steam ; And our little fast steam horse, How he works with mighty force. Instead of hay and oats, we thrust

Poor laborers, they did sad bewail… When the machine displaced the fla… Theres little work, now, with the… Since cultivators weed the rows. Labor it became more fickle

My dear friend Gunn, May you prize won, But to us hark When you shoot mark, High you must aim

Lines delivered at housewarming of… Your pastor’s fame first got abroa… By his success on Culloden Road ; He filled the church so that the f… No longer it the flock would hold.

Lines on our departed Canadian St… Joseph Howe, none higher stood th… Thou wert a man with lofty brow ; D’Arcey McGee, so brillant and f… From Green Isle you came, 'oer th…